We always knew Blair was cooler than our president. Plus, we just noticed that he's kind of hot.
The above sculpture is just one of many pieces that make up Keith Tyson's sprawing installation at PaceWildenstein, Large Field Array.
Israeli artist Daniel Rozin takes the fun-house concept to a whole new level with his interactive Weave Mirror.
If anything, Matt Keegan’s optically curious assemblage Humberto, Humberto, Humberto suggests a sort of contemplative anonymity.
As the first of many fall previews, we bring you this giant, delicately decayed hand by Zhang Huan (actual title: Fresh Open Buddha Hand).
Lollapalooza may have been four weeks ago, but now that the last of the attendees have finally found their way back to their cars, we thought it might be a good time to highlight this installation at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago.
Puerto Rico–born, Brooklyn-based artist Miguel Luciano, one of 45 Caribbean artists showing in the Brooklyn Museum’s “Infinite Island: Contemporary Caribbean Art,” brings us Plátano Pride, a seamless amalgamation of North and Central: one precocious teen, a taste of hip-hop culture, and Puerto Rico’s favorite starch.
Man-Crazy Nurse is one of Prince’s many “Nurse” paintings — sexy, sinister images culled from pulp lit.
Ever wonder what Goodfella Henry Hill is up to these days? Us neither, but apparently it's selling his own artwork on eBay.
Eugene de Salignac may have been shooting in an official capacity — he was, after all, the staff photographer for the New York City Department of Bridges, Plant and Structures — but his pictures have an air of whimsy and nostalgia rarely seen in governmental commissions.
Downtown types will recognize WK’s work instantly — life-size black-and-white figures with blurred, agonized mugs — but his newest series goes where few contemporary street artists tend to go, at least locally.
It’s the Discovery Zone gone highbrow, an avant-garde playpen minus the screaming children and, more than likely, a psychedelic lair for campus stoners.
This artist might have shifted from the streets to the studio, but the graffiti aesthetic is still ever-present in his work.
San Francisco–based duo Ferris Plock and Kelly Tunstall’s whimsical renditions of an imagined subterranean world are essentially Alice gone urban.
Before there was high-def or CGI Beowulf, there was, well, this.
Here’s hoping our pals at La Guardia don’t resort to anything like this.
John’s works are lovely, and they suggest that life in suburbia might not be as bad as we'd think (though it's probably still pretty awful).
Mary Mattingly’s Dry Season paints a bleak picture of Earth's future.
Perhaps riding on the Whitney’s psychedelic coat tails, the Lower East Side’s Envoy Gallery's August exhibition is now showcasing works by Alain Dister — a French photographer who spent the better part of the sixties taking in Stateside sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
You may recall reading about Dash Snow and Dan Colen’s infamous “Hamster Nest,” a Dada-esque mass of shredded telephone books “installed” in hotel rooms around the world. Now's your chance to experience it firsthand.
In his late-seventies series Arthur Rimbaud in New York, David Wojnarowicz seems to have airlifted the legendary poet from late-nineteenth-century Paris and dropped him into a crappy Manhattan walk-up.
Art for the Harry Potter–loving/Hackers-watching/anti-capitalist computer geek in you.
Japanese artist Takashi Horisaki’s bleak vision of post-Katrina New Orleans looks like something out of Will Smith’s latest apocalypse movie.
What is Kanye saying, exactly?
This Joker-like character may lack the sex appeal of Heath Ledger’s brooding villain, but he’s got the whole nefarious-psycho-clown thing down.